Story 01: The Bringer of Storms
Drums and whooping greeted him long before Kunzite arrived at the temple, and by the time he arrived festivities were well on their way.
The scout who led him from the village to the temple was dismissed by a priest who approached him.
Eventually, Kunzite tried speaking
s l o w l y
and
L O U D E R
As if it would make a difference to the priest. Who in turn spoke slowly and louder before shaking his head and laughing. He pats him on the back before leading him inside the High Priests Temple.
Into the first room – a sort of sauna. Stone walls radiate heat and it is hot & humid. The stone walls are decorated with carvings and etchings that bring clouds and thunder to the mind.
The priest sprinkles some water from a container onto the stone walls and immediately the room turns into a steam sauna. Various herbs and hot air cleanse the lungs and pores.
And into another room where priests form a circle before a High priest who has his back to a wall.
'Tink tink' one priest clicks with his tounge as he taps on the sword.
Another runs his fingers through his hair and comments that the two resemble each other.
And suddenly the High Priest stands before him.
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Brown eyes. Calm, Ancient, Absorbing.
Blue eyes, Piercing. Calm. Cold Comfort.
In his native tongue, he speaks a few words, speaking out loud to no one in general.
He taps on the sword.
'Moon-stone'- he speaks the word as if he was taught it, all be it with an accent of sorts.
He speaks a few more words before another priest begins to translate.
'He says that your eyes resemble the sword. That they both denote action and are cold.' He translated before adding, form himself ' That you were entrusted with action, a really tough one, too.'
'How does he know moonstone?' A confused Kunzite enquired
'Used on machines to cut the stone. ' the translator said as a matter of fact like.
'Nephrite-o, tell him what you have seen' said the High Priest in his native tounge
Kunzite turned to the Translator, whose green emerald eyes no one else around these lands possessed. There was a familiar feeling, one that you get when you see an old friend from a previous life time. Instantly, without needing to know how, Kunzite had found the second general.
'Story 02 – Nephrite-o '